You make me feel such stupid things.

Today I saw you and I felt those lame feelings creep up again.

And as I walked away, I felt that familiar warmth spread to my fingertips.

There’s just something about you that makes me happy, but I doubt I could ever make you feel the same way.

I can never be on your mind as much as you are on mine.

I think about all the things you do and what we could do together every day, but always with that sinking pit in my stomach, doubting that any of it will ever happen.

But I’m trying to be positive.

Because that’s what you’ve told me to do.

So I’m hoping that one day we can make lame mix tapes together and listen to them in the car.

I’m hoping that one day we can take those long aimless ways and soar off the swing sets at the park and the woodchips crumble and fly as we land on our feet.

All of these little things amount to one thing.

Which is just me being happy with you.

And I’m hoping I can get that.